I glanced in her eyes, she was beside me now.I glanced in her eyes, she was beside me now. She looked magnificent, strong and confident, with me the object of her attention, her prey; it was almost too much to smell her warm perfume. Her breasts jutted up at me, crowded me. My nipples ached against my bra cup, my insides began to melt. "Did you... enjoy it? Enjoy what she made you do? Did you like being made to lick her cunt?" I stammered out some nonsense as I felt her cool hand cup the back of my neck. "You like to be made to do things, don't you?" I glanced about like a frightened rabbit, but her gaze transfixed me, and I stared my lostness into her green eyes as she leant closer and brushed my parted lips with hers. "Poor Darling," she breathed, and stroked my hair. "You want to lick my cunt, don't you? Do I make you wet? Hmm?" I couldn't have replied even if I knew what to say. I felt so turned on by her attentions, by not knowing what she would do to me, by her being in control, I was half out of my mind with desire. Her hand at the back of my neck gathered my hair and pulled down on it hard enough to make me turn my face up. "Put your tongue out," she commanded, keeping up the tension on my hair. |